“Look, I’m not going to steal your pillows, okay?” He frowns and shakes his head. “Didn’t think you were.” I scoff lightly and roll my eyes. “Well, you sure seem like it from the way you’re walking around here like a caveman guarding all his precious rocks.” I stomp around and mime what I imagine a prehistoric male would look like when he’s pissy and possessive. It’s not a cute look on me. Noah’s brows go up. Arms cross. Surly Pose. “Is that supposed to be me?” “Obviously.” “Huh.” A pause. “I need better posture.”
